Basically the theme of many TordMatt fanfictions :p

Requested by: CattyDraws

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3rd Person POV:

Tord nervously started kicking his legs, sitting in a yellow chair. He was waiting for Matt, who was currently doing his weekly therapy session. Tord was happy that he talked Matt into going to therapy, because it made Matt feel a lot better. Matt described it as, 'something that sorts the mind out'. A door opened, and Matt stepped out and looked around until he spotted Tord. Tord stood up and went over to him, giving him a gentle hug and a peck on his cheek.

"How'd it go?" He asked, which was a normal question he'd ask when Matt was finished. "Good. I feel better..." Tord observed him to see if he was making any body movements. He always did, just to make sure that Matt wasn't hiding anything. He hugged Matt a bit tighter and noticed that Matt winked, which meant that he was in pain.

"Matt... let's go to the car." "O-okay..."

Tord took Matt's hand and they walked to his car. Tord got in the driver's seat and Matt got into the passenger's seat. "Matt... are you in any pain?" Tord asked, watching Matt's face and behavior. "My-my stomach hurts a bit! I'm so hungry- we should get some McDonald's!" Tord noted how much Matt was avoiding the subject.

"Matt... take your overcoat off." "W-what?" "Now."

Matt froze for a short while, but he did slip his overcoat off. Tord brought his hand up. "Give me your hand." "T-Tord, what- I don't understand...?" "Matt." Matt hesitantly put his hand into Tord's. "Matt... you stopped cutting, right?" "C-c-cutting?" "Yes, Matt. Cutting. You've stopped, right?" "Of course, Tord! Why would- why would I do that again? I stopped a few weeks ago!"

Tord started sliding Matt's sweater sleeve up, and Matt felt like he was at a loss for words. Then Tord saw it. Bandages wrapped around Matt's arm to keep the blood from showing. Matt's breath hitched, and Tord started unwrapping the bandages. Fresh cuts were scattered all over Matt's arm, and it made Tord sick to his stomach. Tord laughed pitifully and shook his head, looking away from Matt's face.

"Y-you stopped last week, huh?" "Tord... I-I'm... I'm sorry..."

Tord let go of Matt's arm, but kept looking down. He felt hopeless. "T-Tord...?" Tord bit his lip and brought his hands up to cover his face. "D-don't cry... I-I'm... sorry..." Tord weeped, and Matt hugged him. He flinched harshly when the wounded arm touched Tord's back, and that only made Tord sob more. "Please! S-stop!" Matt begged, tears forming in his own eyes.

He was the cause of this. He's the one that's making Tord suffer. Tord uncovered his face and looked up at the taller male, tears still rolling down his face.

"Why, Matt? Why?" "I-I'm not sure! Please... don't cry anymore..." Tord smiled sadly. "Do you remember when I lit your hat on fire and y-you were running around like a chicken that got its head cut off?"

Matt remembered that, but he didn't respond.

"D-does that mean nothing to y-you, Matt?"

Tears started falling from Matt's chin, and Tord looked back down. Matt hugged Tord tighter, not caring about the pain in his arm. "Tord, that's not true! I-I love and care about you, forever and always!" "Then... prove it." "I w-will!" Tord looked back up and wiped the tears off of Matt's face.
"I quit smoking for you, Matt. Because you w-wanted me to." "I know! I'm really grateful for that!" Matt wiped Tord's tears away, and Tord sank into his touch. "Promise. Promise that you'll stop." Tord told him, shutting his eyes. "Tord- I-" "Matt... please...?"

Matt tried to keep himself stable, but it felt like his world was doing a cartwheel. If he stopped cutting, how would he get rid of the everlasting pain? He wondered if he should just end it all. But... Tord wouldn't be there with him. He moved his hands and patted Tord's back, making sure he was still there. That this wasn't just some messed up dream. A night terror of some sort.

"I'll... I'll do what I can." Tord made a genuine smile and kissed Matt's hand. "I believe in you."

(Just some sad shit.)